I'll be honest, I didn't think I was going to pull it out this week. I felt horrible about failing before the 14th of my 100 days of this decluttering challenge, but it was just one of those weeks.* But then Mr Deplume swooped in on Saturday and rescued my challenge. He went into the kids' rooms and cleared them of most of the clothes that don't fit anymore. I helped some, but he gets all the credit for it. He also went through his own clothes and shoes, as did I, and we got 100 items packed up and in boxes. They haven't been delivered to the charity shop yet, but that's on the top of tomorrow's to-do list for yours truly.
I already have a few cookbooks stacked up for this culling this coming week, and I just may spend a portion of the next couple of days clearing out some baby clothes that made it to the basement after a garage sale a couple of years ago. I have to work at a wedding this weekend, though, so there's a good chance that Mr Deplume will rescue me again. It's the story of our lives. I come up with some grandiose idea, and just as I come to grips with my failure to reach goals I set for myself, he saves the day in the eleventh hour. He's a good egg, that one.
* Who am I kidding? They are all those weeks. I just need to figure out how to function more efficiently. I don't see it happening anytime soon, though.